Honest Officer

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You come to my house,
to flirt with my kid..
Honest officer I know not what I did..
You make her laugh,
bats her eyes..
I swear officer it's a blank I didn't realize..
You brushed against her,
and innocently grab her hand..
I believe that's the moment It all sank in..
You smiled all innocent,
as you pulled her near..
I recall lights did flash and a gun did appear..
You now lay dead,
in a pool of crimson and tears..
My child at a loss,
yet her innocents perseveres..

- C. Pantoja

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